zenith snow

From the 6th:

a punk/pop song was being played live by a group of about six people, including one Indian guy who looked a little like Michael Steele and was playing a sitar-like instrument; this took place in a large space but it seemed maybe a temporary structure, like a big tent filtering sunlight into deep red diffuse light; it was part of some event, as there were a lot of people around.

There was heavy snowfall at home, with the long garage roof in particular having its snow load curling around the eave, and yet the sun was at the zenith, a pretty weird combo.

On a cloudy twilight, there were birds both in backyard and around front porch, including one ruddy one with a seemingly damaged wing that just glided from place to place; I wanted to capture it to try to help it or take it to a vet. Cardinals wooed by front porch. A mixed-gender group of about four young people walked up along the road and into driveway; I asked them if they needed directions; they were going to sign up for Selective Service — I looked at a pamphlet that one of them had and it described going downtown to the old post office to do so. I couldn’t remember whether that was what I’d done back when I signed up.